Saturday, 28 December 2013

The Missionary Man

Full tilt sprint with the wind at my back
Booty bumping lines off my Daddy's 8-track

Slick silver tongue pierce trailer park trash
Baby got a rash from my gnarly porn-stache.

Dead rabbits, 8-balls and B-52s
My my my my my Boogie shoes

Vinnie Barbarino was Urban Cowboy riding
Fonzie and Chachi had to go into hiding

Clock struck 1990 and Nirvana set us straight
my mullet caught on fire not a moment too late.

Now we laugh at douche-bags and posers on steroids
until Christmas when mom pulls out the family Polaroid's  

In retrospect the Toads are writing about living in another time. I chose a rhyme scheme to match the decade.

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Ain't Nobody Got Time Fo' That

As the wise Mama Zen says: 
"Poetry on Christmas Day??? Ain't Nobody Got Time Fo' That"

under mistletoe
mama kissed a bad santa
who's the ho ho ho?